Sparkle, we just had an hour-long psychiatric session.
After some rigorus discussion and trips into his psyche, he's had an epiphany that you've ruined his life.
He's curled into a ball because he's currently in the middle of a nervous breakdown after realizing how horrible his existence has really been, being a workslave that almost noone around him legitimately likes.
He's been bottling up his feelings and denying it so long that he just sort of... exploded.
So, it's not my fault he's in the fetal position right now.